One came back to the sea, and died there. This is a lament, a crying for him.
An diran than soulder,
An diran than soulder:
The tide at thy head and feet,
The wind about thy shoulder.
Though the song should know thy fame,
Though the wind bring back thy name,
They'll not bring thee home again
That walked the seas in sorrow.
An diran than soulder,
An diran than soulder:
The tide at thy head and feet,
The wind about thy shoulder.
Far from me is singing gone,
Far from me is laughter gone:
They can never bring thee home
That walked the seas in sorrow.
An diran than soulder,
An diran than soulder:
The tide at thy head and feet,
The wind about thy shoulder.
Now the deep a home for thee,
Now the seal thy keeper be,
Now the sea-bird hear thy cry
That walked the seas in sorrow.
An diran than soulder,
An diran than soulder:
The tide at thy head and feet,
The wind about thy shoulder.
Call the wild and stepping sea,
Call the wave to comfort thee:
May she bear thee peacefully
The windy world over.
An diran than soulder,
An diran than soulder:
The tide at thy head and feet,
The wind about thy shoulder.